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Animals
in the House
Reading from the Body
Lot's Wife
Writing
from the Earth
Write Where You Are
Sandra Cisneros: Latina Writer and
Activist
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Lot's
Wife Exerpt
I Love You
I
love you without knowing what it means
no matter how many trees climb uselessly,
the clouds dangerous in their sheen.
I love you stupid as any tree thinking
the grass is useless, the sky background
noise, the sprinkler a god, the wide mouthed lake
a mirror to leave and never return to.
I
let myself fall on the bed slow motion
because I love you without knowing anything
about how this fall will take my whole life.
The earth fixed in orbit. Your hands climb me
in surprise, a trellis made of bones.
Everything between us like weather
that is never about destination but dropping intent.
Do
you know how many times
I've stared at the curve of your cheekbone
thinking this has nothing to do with me?
But as soon as your eyes notice, the walls
of the room fall slow motion out all directions
we're holding each other without touching
or touching. I'm trying to look at you in the dark
that isn't the negation of space but a shaping thing -
a way to unspill color back to whatever we were
before this body or after. Just beyond your lips,
the teeth guarding the skull that will survive you.
I love your skin replacing itself at the speed of light spent
through window panes on this slate of daylight,
where I cannot stop saying,
I
love you blind. I love you long.
I love you over the crest of the water
the air the babies the branches
walking beneath birds
to will into being by loving away the will.
I love you halfway up the life where we lay
body doubles for how well we'd love
if the body was about
to turn back to wind.
I
stop climbing
and say I love you glistening
with one of the million slivers of the evil mirror
imbedded in my heart. I love you
from the bottom of my smashed mirror.
Don't you see, nothing is impenetrable?
Winner, Best Books of the Year, Kansas City Star
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